Wednesday, October 30, 2013


There is a careless familiarity
Of two lovers--
Separated by space, and time.
I love you in a hopeless way,
Wishing for a future not our own.
To touch you seems so natural,
To be with you humbles me.
I love you in a helpless way,
In awe, in a god's presence.
I write these words, and lie.

Thursday, October 3, 2013

My Bones Are Made Of Amethyst

My bones are made of amethyst and citrine, my sinews spun of gold, my beaten copper heart still pounds --

But I will never see my silver lungs, nor diamond plated brain, never taste the mercury in my veins --

These jewels of my flesh will shine more brightly when I'm gone, when all that's left of me is light...